“Tell me what truly transpired within the depths of Yuzhou’s earth veins,” Chen Ping An inquired, his voice laced with a subtle urgency.

Bai Jing, once more in the guise of a young woman with a sable cap, responded, seemingly adrift, “Surely you know of the great Water-Fire Strife, its causes and course?”

“I have gleaned mere fragments, whispers and echoes,” Chen Ping An admitted. “Enough to mark a few pivotal moments, but little more.”

The Water-Fire Strife, a cataclysm that shook the very heavens, served as the true catalyst. It began with incense, a substance offered by sentient beings, capable of fortifying a god’s golden essence. This fueled a contest for dominance between two celestial beings, both among the Five Supremacies. Their paths diverged to the point of irreconcilable conflict, a celestial battle for the very fabric of existence.

According to Qing Tong’s account, the result was nothing less than “the collapse of Heaven’s pillars and the severing of Earth’s cords.” The very laws of the cosmos tilted, leading to erratic movement of sun, moon, and stars, birthing countless new Daoist lineages. Countless gods fell like meteors, engulfing the land in wildfire, leaving desolation in their wake. The once flawless celestial tapestry was riddled with holes. It was both a calamity for all sentient life and a second great opportunity for the “Daoists,” following the “rain of spells upon the world.”

Bai Jing, however, met this narrative with a skeptical glance at the young Mountain Lord. “Is it truly so?” she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Chen Ping An chuckled, “Allow me a moment to catch my breath. A brief respite before we continue our journey.”

To navigate the celestial void demanded immense focus and spiritual energy, sapping even the most seasoned celestial practitioners. Normally, such an environment would be akin to drowning, the very air refusing to fill the lungs.

Fortunately, scattered fragments of spiritual energy drifted through this vast emptiness, available for Chen Ping An to draw upon. However, even at his current speed, reaching Hao Ran required a full month’s travel, assuming his reserves held out. Until then, Bai Jing would pave the way, with a bit of aid from Xiao Mo, to aid his five-element balance and still his chaotic spiritual energy.

The three sword cultivators stood upon the void, the sparse spiritual essence barely registering to Bai Jing. Like casting a net for mere minnows, the effort hardly seemed worthwhile.

Bai Jing smiled slyly, “The Little Sage personally invited you to the Heavens, Mountain Lord. You’ve exerted yourself greatly for little reward.”

Chen Ping An demurred, “No merit is mine, only labor, and little of that to speak of.”

Bai Jing tested the waters, “Those six hundred gold-essence copper coins borrowed from Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City and the talisman master Yu Xuan…are you truly intending to repay them?”

Xiao Mo rubbed her temples, a hint of weariness in her gesture.

Chen Ping An responded dryly, “Debts must be paid, a universal truth. Is there a reason to borrow and then refuse to repay?”

Bai Jing promptly shifted her stance, “Indeed, a worthy principle! Borrowing and repayment make future loans easier to obtain!”

She’d initially intended to offer the Mountain Lord advice. The lord of White Emperor City was clearly a thorny fellow who must be repaid. Yet the talisman master Yu Xuan, she thought, could wait. No agreement had been written, after all. Perhaps, once he reached the lofty heights of the Fourteenth Realm, would he still have the audacity to ask Chen Ping An for coin? A few years delay might even allow for payment in the lower value Valley Rain coin.

“Spring Mansion of Fallen Phoenix Mountain has three hundred gold-essence coins in reserve. I’ll repay Yu the Elder Immortal upon our return. If you are willing to carry this fortune on the journey, I shall thank you in advance.”

Such a wealth could not be entrusted to flying sword message.

Yu Xuan’s Daoist hall lay upon Gold Filling Peak, and the ancestral mountain of the Talisman Mountains remains the only mountain in all of Hao Ran to possess orthodox, superior, and inferior branches.

There were always vagrant cultivators, driven by greed, who sought to intercept message-carrying flying swords.

History told of many such instances, where crucial treasures and missives vanished without trace, creating an endless tangle of legal disputes upon the peaks.

Bai Jing inquired, “Are you not concerned that I will wander alone through Middle Earth? Afraid I’ll raise the banner of Fallen Phoenix Mountain, flaunting authority to cause mischief?”

Chen Ping An smiled, “Your actions, from crossing the Northern Aloria to arrive at Fallen Phoenix Mountain, give me no reason for worry.”

Bai Jing glanced at Xiao Mo. Had Xiao Mo been willing to accompany her, she would not have hesitated to travel to Middle Earth. Perhaps a few drinks along the way, creating a hazy, alcoholic warmth.

Xiao Mo replied, “My Lord has suffered injuries. I will not leave Dazhao’s lands without cause.”

Chen Ping An suddenly inquired, “What spiritual essence might remain near the Qing Dao trail, where the layered formation was located?”

Understanding flashed in Bai Jing’s eyes. Was that why Chen Ping An had been moving at such a snail’s pace, anticipating a return?

Was he planning to scavenge the battlefield after the Little Sage and his party departed?

Xiao Mo gave a rough estimate, “After gathering what remains, perhaps the equivalent to a single immortal’s reserves.”

Bai Jing rubbed her hands together, eager. “I fear the crone well-versed in such matters might have returned, beating us to the prize. If we are to go, Mountain Lord, we must hasten!”

Chen Ping An nodded, transforming into eighteen streaks of white rainbow sword-light, retracing his path.

Bai Jing clicked her tongue, astonished. He showed little sign of injury.

As they sped through the celestial void, Bai Jing probed with mental voice, “Xiao Mo, what did your Lord see, to incite such anger? He nearly cleaved the Barrens in twain!”

“A false Zong Yuan appeared on the Barrens.”

“Who?”

“Zong Yuan. He was the most powerful sword cultivator of the Sword Wall after Elder Sword Immortal. Had he not fallen in battle, he would have become a Fourteenth Realm pure sword cultivator. My Lord believes the Barrens’ true goal was to slay Zong Yuan, preventing the rise of a second Fourteenth Realm cultivator at the Wall. Zong Yuan was well regarded, a hero much admired by my Lord.”

The Wind-Snow Temple’s sword immortal Wei Jin, had received a sword manual from Chen Qingdu that originated with Zong Yuan. While the Elder Sword Immortal deemed Wei Jin the ideal successor to Zong Yuan’s sword, Wei Jin could not grasp those ancient sword intents. And so, that young demon sword cultivator of Hundred Swords Mountain, attempted to replicate Zong Yuan during sword practice at the city wall, using the method of “Lu Fayen” or rather, the Water Moon and White Bone meditations secretly taught by Zhou Mi.

Yet, thanks to the words of the Elder Sword Immortal and Wei Jin’s pure sword heart, both the Barrens and the Sword Wall had gained something.

Zhou Mi’s scheme had succeeded, a perfect victory, and “Zong Yuan” walked the world again.

Wei Jin had inherited the four swords, a legacy that meant the ancestral sword registry of Sky Soaring City would record Wei Jin as of Zong Yuan’s line.

The timid starved; the daring gorged.

The crone with the staff, as Bai Jing had predicted, was indeed present near the Qing Dao trail. She was consuming the spiritual essence of ten thousand miles, while gathering what remained of the “Qing Dao” itself. The spiritual energy was a mere bonus. The Dao was the true prize for which she risked the journey.

Without a word, Bai Jing unsheathed her sword. A single, blinding stroke cleaved the desolate void, a signature greeting between ancient demons.

Guan Yi appeared, shielding the crone, seizing the white sword-light. The blade enwrapped her arm in sparks and crackles, finally rending the limb asunder. Yet, with a twitch of her shoulder, Guan Yi regrew the arm as if nothing had occurred.

Bai Jing questioned, “Guan Yi, surely you wouldn’t draw my ire to save a trifle of spiritual energy for her? Is your brain entirely housed within your chest?”

Guan Yi smiled ruefully, “She seeks a favor. I am compelled to assist.”

No sane cultivator sought the enmity of a creature like Bai Jing.

Bai Jing extended a hand, beckoning with a flick of her fingers, “Business is business. We can negotiate.”

Without hesitation, Guan Yi tossed Bai Jing an ancient branch, adorned with verdant buds. A payment to avert disaster.

The crone vanished, Guan Yi following suit. Xiao Mo glanced downward, but Chen Ping An shook his head. “Leave it. They came prepared. Pursuit would be unwise.”

Bai Jing surveyed the scene, “Only scraps remain.”

Chen Ping An replied, “Even a mosquito’s leg is meat. May I trouble you to gather what you can?”

Bai Jing feigned reluctance, yet the thought of the treasure recently acquired brought a radiant smile. She raised an arm, waving it like a flag, drawing the remnants of spiritual energy towards her.

Chen Ping An estimated the take. The amount of a Yu Pu Realm cultivator’s reserves. Scattered across the Lotus Blossom Paradise, it might not be significant. Yet placed within a Daoist hall such as Gao Jun’s Lakes and Mountains School, the mountain shrine of some deity, or gifted to the retired Emperor of Southern Garden, it would represent a significant boon.

As for the three fluxes of spiritual energy previously gathered, Chen Ping An planned to give one portion to Fallen Phoenix Mountain, one to Azure Ripple Sword Sect, and one to the Evergreen Paradise on Dense Snow Peak.

Bai Jing compressed the remaining energy into a bead, the size of a green plum, and tossed it to Chen Ping An. Not a wasted trip. The bead’s verdant hue was due to the remnants of Qing Dao’s Dao, making it far rarer than common spiritual energy crystals.

As they returned towards Hao Ran, Chen Ping An casually inquired, “That branch…where did it come from?”

Bai Jing chuckled, “Who knows where Guan Yi found it? It’s worthless.”

Chen Ping An mimicked Bai Jing, extending a hand, beckoning.

It was time to divide the spoils.

Bai Jing, who had been considering the prospect of avoiding any division, slowly raised her sleeve, extracting three fist-sized, emerald beads. More potent, more “solid” with spiritual energy and Dao. Chen Ping An balanced them in his palm, looking towards Bai Jing with a smile. “Xiao Mo mentioned your frequent trade at the mountain markets of Northern Aloria. Pity your business never thrived. Could it be due to short measures?”

Xiao Mo, surprisingly, spoke in Bai Jing’s defense, “My Lord, Bai Jing does not cheat in measurement. Those beads equal the reserves of two ordinary Sky Soaring Realm cultivators.”

This confirmed that Chen Ping An’s strenuous efforts with the layered formation yielded less than a casual collection by Bai Jing with her treasures.

Chen Ping An feigned surprise. “We agreed on a fifty-fifty split! I was certain that Miss Xie, as the mistress of Package Hall, would always be honest in her dealings.”

Bai Jing wriggled inside her sable cap, deeply moved. Xiao Mo was on her side.

In truth, Chen Ping An had deliberately asked the question, a gesture of goodwill towards Xiao Mo. Chen Ping An tossed the bait, Xiao Mo swallowed, and Xie ate the worm. All were content.

Chen Ping An gazed towards Hao Ran, where the sun and moon revolved with the five assisting stars. One of those stars, the crimson Mars, moved erratically, named “Great Fire.”

The sun, moon, and five stars illuminated the world, called collectively, the Seven Luminaries. Jupiter, the largest, required twelve years to complete its orbit, matching the twelve earthly branches, thus “Year Star.”

The Ancestor of the Military, following the “shared execution,” was imprisoned on the star of battle. Records spanning countless dynasties showed recurring astronomical events, often involving the “Mars Perplexing the Heart,” a test for earthly rulers.

Chen Ping An said, “You strayed from the topic, Miss Xie. Let us continue.”

From what he’d gleaned at the Long Spring Palace, the other six Dazhao earth-branch cultivators should have met Bai Jing in the depths of Yuzhou’s earth veins.

“Context, my friend,” Bai Jing replied, “is not straying from the topic.”

She pulled a thick stack of thin sheets from her sleeve. Each page depicted scenes from the ancient past, each a priceless original.

Collected together in a single codex, the pages would resemble the picture books sold to children in town.

Bai Jing tossed them to Chen Ping An. “On loan, of course.”

Chen Ping An caught the stack of papers and smiled.

They resembled the textbooks that Little Black Charcoal had taken to the village school. Each page held doodles in the margins.

The old cook had once secretly taken one as proof of Pei Qian’s “hard work,” replaced with one of his own making with similar doodles.

Yet Pei Qian, ever sharp, noticed the deception and worried that her master would discover her secret. She had searched high and low, suspecting a thief in the household and apprehended the right and left protectors of Riding Dragon Lane to be confessed.

Chen Ping An scanned the pages, flipping them rapidly, then examined them more deliberately.

One page bore two blanks, one in the northwest, burned clean by fire, and one in the southeast, soaked and blurred by water.

During the conversation with Qing Tong, Chen Ping An had used an apt analogy, comparing the effects to the burning and tilling of fields, enriching previously barren soil. The scattered remains of fallen gods became sources of spiritual energy.

In bountiful years, the harvest was great. Countless cultivators found opportunities to seize geomantic treasures, establishing Daoist halls and collecting wonders. The world was awash with exposed magic, not least of which the before hidden techniques such as the Thunder Tomes were available. After the fall of the court, so many gods of water and fire had perished, along with so many officers, to the point that the age was one for opportunity.

Bai Jing sighed, “Until the Ascent to Heaven ended, the cultivators of the world remained subservient.”

“Then came the internal struggles that split them in two.”

“Those who lost suffered greatly, none escaped unscathed.”

She and Xiao Mo had slumbered for ten thousand years because they had lost that war.

The worst fate fell upon the Ancestor of the Military, who had led one side. He could have founded his own creed, a notion accepted by the founders of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Daoism. Yet he sought to claim the ancient Heavenly Court, and the shared execution was the result.

Bai Jing still admired him, truly worthy of the title “great man”!

He displayed his ambition without reservation, setting the table and overturning it.

This was why Bai Jing had left the Barrens, seeking Xiao Mo as a companion. She held a secret desire. Should the Ancestor of the Military return, and another conflict arise, she wanted to be counted among them!

“Then the Little Sage acted, severing the connection between Heaven and Earth.”

He left a door, or a pathway for the cultivators of the later era, a way to advance.

Apart from those who worshipped the sun and moon, cultivators could draw upon their own fate and arts to draw upon the spirit energy from the fallen bodies of gods, and strengthen the ‘one’ of their own world.

Headed by the Daoist Ancestor, the founders of the three religions had set a ten-thousand-year deadline, recognizing that such an expansion would create the unavoidable ‘Daoization’ among the Fifteenth Realm cultivators.

To be precise, an assimilation.

Thereafter, the Little Sage joined forces with the traitor Bai Ze to cast the Nine Cauldrons, resulting in the rampant Soar Mountain Charts.

Lastly, the Three Mountains and Nine Marquises were invited to create the new rites.

Bai Jing gazed into the heavens, sighing, “The boundless void holds countless suns and moons, like Fire Star.”

Chen Ping An nodded.

Bai Jing continued, “But those suns and moons vary in quality, like the countless clerks within the realms of the Jewel Bottle Continent.”

“Few become district magistrates.”

“The Great Sun I sought was of a higher order. Ten thousand years ago, I wished to make it my Daoist hall, my personal domain.”

Xiao Mo interrupted, “You wished to refine it into an essential object.”

Bai Jing was so gifted that she never worried of exceeding her limits. Xiao Mo might dedicate a full day to sword practice, yet Bai Jing might reach the same results in half the time. She would spend the rest studying refining, or the esoteric techniques that land immortals had used to elevate themselves.

It might be that Xie Dog was merely a bit that she intentionally shed.

Bai Jing laughed, “Xiao Mo understands me best.”

She complained, “Xiao Mo, don’t interrupt.

“This Great Sun, that I’d so carefully chosen, could have become a Golden Crow. If I hadn’t eaten it, I could have kept it as a pet like Wang Yuwu’s white deer, which was once a bright moon. A companion during practice, a source of joy. Alas, fate intervened. It was struck by the shockwaves from the war, sent flying by the Daoist Ancestor’s sleeve. I gritted my teeth, risking my life to protect it from destruction. It was spared, and we agreed to meet again. Chen Mountain Lord, as a scholar, I ask you to judge fairly. To whom does this Great Sun belong? Why is the Dazhao court seeking to seize it from me, a helpless, weak maiden, far from home? Where is their integrity?!”

Chen Ping An responded, “Quality exceeds ornamentation, a rustic; ornamentation exceeds quality, a scribe. Quality and ornamentation balanced, a gentleman.”

The woman wearing the sable cap stared blankly. “What does that mean? Is that a compliment?”

Xiao Mo, seeing her ignorance, explained, “My Lord advises you to be brief, more to the point.”

Chen Ping An smiled. “You misunderstand. I am speaking of myself.”

Bai Jing nodded vigorously. “I understand! That’s the tradition in your Huai Huang County. Insult yourself first, win half the argument!”

Chen Ping An ignored her sarcasm and asked, “What will you do with the Great Sun?”

Bai Jing replied, “What else? I will take a leaf from Chen’s book. Harmony begets wealth. Smiles all around. Never strike a smiling face.”

Bai Jing had struck a bargain with Dazhao’s Song Clan. She had loaned them the Sun. Ownership remained with Bai Jing, use with the Song Clan.

She was free to establish a Daoist hall within the Great Sun. The other monks could not encroach.

The “Daoist hall” was rented for one thousand years. It would be counted every hundred years.

First, with a down payment and every subsequent interest, the Dazhao court should pay her gold essence coins, to be delivered to her. If she was not in Fallen Phoenix Mountain, like she had returned to the Barrens, the Dazhao’s Song clan would take the chance to meet her privately, in other words, she must not be overdue, otherwise she won’t be friendly.

Chen Ping An said, “If you are not in Fallen Phoenix Mountain, it is not the same if you give it to Xiao Mo. Do you have something that you don’t want me to have?”

Bai Jing sniffed, aggrieved. “I’m not married. Being together, people will laugh. I am not that casual.”

Ignoring that, Chen Ping An faked a look as if he suddenly understood. “In this case, Miss Xie is rich. It is easy for you to take out three or five hundred gold essence coins?”

Here it comes.

Bai Jing rubbed her sable hat and started acting stupid, even whistling.

As long as I am more shameless than Chen Mountain Lord, you can’t do anything to me.

Actually, there was something that Bai Jing deliberately neglected. She mainly worried that a narrow-minded Chen Mountain Lord would pay her back.

There was no need to bring up the old things, and anyway, she didn’t cause any disturbance.

It turned out that in the depths of the earth, as the “reward” for Bai Jing allowing Li Xisheng to open the box, she had proposed a condition. Since you like to take responsibility, Bai Jing let the young scholar who claimed to have traveled across the world take her light like a goose feather sword.

The other party actually agreed.

Not only that, the other party actually took that sword without being harmed.

Although Bai Jing was worried that if she used her full strength, the other party would be finished, and she would be driven out of Fallen Phoenix Mountain by Chen Ping An and Xiao Mo, but even if he did not use all his strength, an Ascendant Realm perfect sword cultivator’s “casual” sword, and the other side was only a half-a-century old cultivator, could he take it? He would die or lose half his life.

Unexpectedly, after a sword was sent out, seeing that Li Xisheng was still alive and kicking, Bai Jing was greatly frustrated. How could she meet a young man who was so resistant to being beaten?

Could it be that her Ascendant Realm sword skills had become so worthless after ten thousand years?

Or is it that the current Hao Ran world’s cultivator can easily obtain the true meaning of the word realm?

So in the sky, when she saw Li Gou who was similar to Li Xisheng, she was furious.

Bai Jing did not know the relationship between the young Confucian scholar she saw and the Great Master of Bai Yujing.

In the words of the Sage of Most, if Kou Ming was born in the ancient years, not to say that he would be able to be among the ancient ten heroes, at least he would be able to get a candidate.

And the difference between the ten heroes and the candidates is not only the level of cultivation, but also the size of the merit of “opening the road.”

Like Lan Qi, who created the Refining Dao, although her fighting skills and magic weapons were piled up like mountains, she was not as good as those candidates.

But this does not hinder her from being one of the respected ten heroes.

Chen Ping An asked, “Miss Xie, have you figured out which way to combine Dao?”

Xie Dog looked at Xiao Mo, his face full of resentment and extreme grievance. You even said this to outsiders? Who is our own person and who is an outsider, Xiao Mo can’t even tell?

Chen Ping An said to himself: “A sword light, infinitely small, is destined to find the smallest “one” that makes up the world. It is too difficult. Bai Yujing Lu Chen is a negative example, which is why he has not found a path to the Fifteenth Realm other than establishing a sect and becoming an ancestor, so I think the probability of pursuing infinite greatness is greater.”

I have to admit that in Chen Ping An’s heart, Lu Chen actually had a greater chance to reach the Fifteenth Realm than that one who was truly invincible.

After all, no one has dared to say that they have found the smallest one of all things.

The Daoist ancestor may have found it, but can the Dao be Dao, a very common Dao?

But the pursuit of the infinite expanse of heaven and earth, although it seems empty, is still relatively simple, of course, only relatively speaking.

The two natal flying swords, Bird in a Cage and Moon in a Well, are currently taking this path of improving their grade. As for whether they can create a new path in the future and obtain some new magical power, we can only take it one step at a time.

Chen Ping An smiled: “And this sword dao that strives for breadth and immeasurableness is in line with Miss Xie’s character.”

Xie Dog hesitated and shook his head: “Chen Ping An, you still think too simply.”

“How to say?”

“Many, many years ago, I accidentally entered a great hall and saw the kind of ‘imagination’ that was embodied. It was a strange realm that could not be described in words. As long as you dared to think, it seemed that anything could be achieved, true or false, virtual or real, it was completely reversed, no, it can’t be said that it was reversed, the real and the illusory had been mixed up, and there was no boundary at all. I don’t know how many land immortals were trapped in it, and a Dao heart was like being trapped in a quagmire and unable to extricate itself, so it gradually decayed and died.”

Hearing this, Xiao Mo finally opened his mouth and said: “It is said that only Buddha can completely suppress this realm, otherwise even the Daoist ancestor and the Supreme Sage can only retreat completely.”

“Buddha ah, is the only transcendent existence that is truly detached from all “obstacles”. Yes, it is so powerful that it can’t be any more powerful.”

Xie Dog had an envious look on his face, and nodded vigorously: “It is said that Buddha’s Dharma forms are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and can spread to the past, present, and future. We sword cultivators are no match for them, no matter how powerful we are.”

Chen Ping An smiled: “Miss Xie, you don’t seem to have said how you left the great hall.”

Xie Dog scratched his face, and rarely had some embarrassed look on his face, “It’s a shameful thing, it’s better not to say it.”

After that, Chen Ping An asked Xiao Mo to help, and the speed of the wind control soared. During the period, passing by the vicinity of Jupiter, the strong turbulence and majestic Gang wind, I am afraid that the Land Immortal cultivator would be torn to pieces if he was not careful. It was an excellent place for a Martial Artist of stopping realm to hone his body. The effect was as good as “striking the tide”, but due to the rules of the Temple, pure Martial Artists could not control the wind outside the sky at will. I think it was related to the Military strategist Zu’s sitting in Fire Star.

Just as he had brushed past this Jupiter from afar, at this moment, Chen Ping An suddenly sensed a trace of aura and immediately turned his head to look. He could vaguely see the vague figure of a Confucian scholar in a Confucian shirt.

Throughout the ages, I don’t know who is playing the iron flute, and the clear sound breaks through the empty darkness.

Chen Ping An immediately asked Xiao Mo to stop controlling the sword and bow to the unknown Confucian sage.

When Chen Ping An stood up, the figure had disappeared into the vortex of the sky wind and had no intention of being polite with them.

After Chen Ping An and his party continued on their way, Li Sheng appeared on the edge of a vortex on Jupiter. There was a scholar sitting in the center of the vortex, with a stone platform in front of him, on which were placed two stacks of books, divided into nine and fourteen books. The two books on the top were written “Liuxia Continent” and “Zhu Continent” respectively. When the scholar saw Li Sheng, he did not get up to greet him, but called Li Sheng Little Master.

The scholar asked, “Have you found a helper for the next decade?”

Li Sheng nodded and said, “Next time, there will be plenty of people, and we can also call a group of young people.”

The scholar looked into the distance and said, “The ten thousand-year sentence is about to end.”

Li Sheng said, “”

Li Sheng asked with a smile, “Have you met?”

The scholar nodded and said, “As expected, our closed disciple of the Wen Sheng lineage made a special trip back to the sky to pick up the leak. He is indeed a good material for doing business.”

Li Sheng said, “Fu Sheng once suggested that Chen Ping An secretly enter the Wen Temple and serve as the God of Wealth for a period of time, giving full play to his expertise and specializing in allocating the materials for the entire Hao Ran world to enter the Barrens, but it was stopped after the old scholar scolded him.”

There were few visitors here, and the only cultivators other than the Confucian School were Liu Caishen of Aiai Continent and Merchant Fan.

Near Hao Ran, Xie Gou casually said, “Chen Mountain Lord, that pure Yang True Man, those sword skills he shook out were quite good. Who did he learn his skills from?”

Chen Ping An said, “It was Senior Chunyang who taught himself, without any mountain master.”

Xie Gou curled his lips, obviously not believing it, and asked, “You seem to be very afraid of that person named Zheng?”

Chen Ping An smiled and said, “I advise you, if you break off your relationship with Fallen Phoenix Mountain one day, if Miss Xie can still stay in Hao Ran to wander around at will, you can provoke anyone, but don’t provoke this Mr. Zheng.”

Xie Gou said with a smile, “The Fourteenth Realm, who dares to provoke him?”

Xiao Mo said in a deep voice, “Bai Jing, even if Mr. Zheng is only in the Ascendant Realm, you must not start a fight casually.”

Xie Gou smiled sweetly, pretending to be shy and embarrassed: “Xiao Mo, I have changed my name, call me Plum from now on.”

Ignoring this pair of ten thousand-year enemies “flirting”, Chen Ping An suddenly said: “Let’s take a detour, change a curtain gate, and go to Middle Earth Continent first.”

Xiao Mo nodded, Xie Gou rubbed his hands and said: “What are you doing?”

Smashing the scene?

I remember that the True Man with the Taoist name Chunyang, joined forces with Yu Xuan, followed the vine and fell a sword towards Middle Earth Continent.

Could it be that you are rushing to ask for an explanation? You don’t have an overnight feud? Chen Mountain Lord, your temper is not good enough.

Chen Ping An smiled and said: “What else can I do? I am just a little Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, using a fox to fake the tiger’s power.”

The Peishengxian in charge of one of the Middle Earth Continent’s Heaven’s Curtains was a burly old man with a beard. Hearing that a group of people were going to enter Middle Earth from here, he didn’t say anything and opened the door.

The young Hidden Officer clasped his fists to thank him, Xiao Mo followed him, and Xie Gou actually lifted his skirt and performed a Wanfu.

The old man only felt awkward. The young woman in the sable cap had a light and agile step. Haha, she was really virtuous and a lady. Xiao Mo was really lucky to have such a good match. She was so lucky to have a beautiful blessing!

After entering the door, three dazzling sword lights fell in a straight line, rushing straight to the Yin Yang Family, Lu Family, in Middle Earth Continent.

Three uninvited guests, two Ascendant Realm sword cultivators, one at the peak and one perfect. The latter was equal to standing at the door, after all, he was only one step away from the Fourteenth Realm.

Of course, Xiao Mo also briefly reached this kind of “perfect” realm.

Chen Ping An and Xiao Mo were both in a head-down diving posture, only Xie Gou had his arms around his chest, holding the sable hat he had just taken off, letting the wind blow, his hair was like an umbrella, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

Xiao Mo asked, “My Lord, the Lu Family’s formation below?”

Chen Ping An squinted and smiled: “If there is a formation, break the formation, if there are people, beat the people.”

Xie Gou grinned and said: “Chen Mountain Lord, Chen Mountain Lord, I think you are getting more and more to my liking.”

Chen Ping An teased: “I am a person with a family and a room. Miss Xie, don’t change your mind and teach Xiao Mo to be sad.”

Xie Gou scratched his face: “Xiao Mo, don’t worry, it will definitely not happen. I swore that I will love you for at least ten thousand years.”

Xiao Mo kept his face straight and turned a deaf ear.

Probably because he was in a good mood, Xie Gou suddenly accelerated and directly broke the Lu Family’s layers of formations with his feet. The sound of glazed glass breaking resounded in the air.

When Chen Ping An and Xiao Mo floated down to the highest Lu Family forbidden area, the Simen Platform, Xie Gou had already chiseled a hole in the Simen Platform, which had been left with only half of its original size, and the whole person was tilted and nailed into the ground.

The young woman in the sable cap shook his shoulders, pulled his legs out of the ground one after another, and then said oh yo and fell backwards, fell to the ground, hugged his knees with both hands, opened his throat and only shouted pain, and began to roll on the ground.

Chen Ping An was expressionless and inexplicably remembered the “touching porcelain” on the way to the Mural City in his early years. Looking at that Xie Dog again, his acting skills were also a bit clumsy.

Wearing a green robe, with his hands in his sleeves, he stood on half of the Simen Platform, looking down at the Lu Family, which occupied an area as large as a giant city in the dynasty.

Xiao Mo in a yellow hat and blue shoes, holding a green bamboo staff, reminded Bai Jing in his heart not to pretend. How much medical expenses can you ask for from the Lu Family?

Chen Ping An stretched out a hand and pointed to a place near the Simen Platform, heavily guarded. All the sword energy was blocked from the outside by Xie Gou’s continuous breaking of the formation, “Most of it is that Zhilan Bureau.”

The ancestor of the Lu Family was once the Taibu, one of the six officials of the Temple.

One of the most important responsibilities of the past Tabus of Confucianism was to take care of the scriptures known as the ancestor of all scriptures. In addition, there were two auxiliary scriptures that were not shown to the public. One was placed in the Lin Terrace of Gongde Forest, and the scripture student Xi Ping was responsible for the daily care. The other great scripture, the first carved and first edition, was hidden in the Zhilan Bureau of the Yin Yang Family, Lu Family. With this scripture, “Zou Zi talked about the sky, Lu Family talked about the earth”, the Lu Family was able to derive the Earth Mirror chapter as an important branch. Because of this Earth Book, Lu Family masters opened up another path, which was different from Zou Zi’s theory of the five elements overcoming each other. Starting with the Gen Gua, a person’s life was like a continuous mountain. Lu Wei, a fairy who had been hiding in the Lizhu Cave for many years, was able to help the family with the secret method of surveying the three yuan and nine lucks and the six Jia value symbols, and establish a complete surveying and mapping map with Chen Ping An as the coordinate, and then a small group of secretive “Lu Family astronomers” and “Tiantai Division Chen Masters” could observe the Dao through Chen Ping An’s mountain route and growth trajectory.

The Lu Family’s Simen Platform and Zhilan Bureau complemented each other.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, “I wonder if that Senior Lu will show up tonight.”

Chen Ping An said, “In his own territory, he should always have the courage to come here to meet two old friends. Compared to me, our Senior Lu definitely doesn’t want to see you more.”

Indeed, Lu Wei had suffered a lot in Xiao Mo’s hands during an old chat in the Dazhao capital’s imperial palace last time.

Xiao Mo used a sword skill like a snow-white spider web to spread throughout the entire capital, and then discovered the camouflage, successfully pulled out Lu Wei, who was hiding in the ground, grabbed his neck, and put him back on the table.

Xiao Mo also cut off Lu Wei’s head with one hand and placed it on the table.

After that, Chen Ping An had the opportunity to shake out a thunder formation, trapping Lu Wei’s soul. The fairy was forced to condense his mind into a grain and saw a lot of strange and bizarre light and shadow scrolls.

In the end, unable to withstand the torture, Lu Wei’s originally almost flawless Dao Heart collapsed. The fairy who was originally expected to enter the Ascendant Realm fell into the Jade Pure Realm.

Xiao Mo said: “It seems that the Lu Family has removed several attack formations.”

Chen Ping An smiled: “Otherwise, do you want the Yin Yang Family seniors like Lu Wei to fight with you?”

Xiao Mo smiled knowingly.

That’s right, that Lu Wei was a paper fairy. His physique was so weak that it was unbelievable and he was really vulnerable to a single blow.

Five people walked out of the Zhilan Bureau together and stopped at the bottom of the Simen Platform.

This group of Lu Family cultivators had different appearances, but their temperament was the same. They were all cold and indifferent, shaped like green cranes.

This group of Lu Family people who were highly respected and of high status stood in a row, but their heights varied greatly, uneven like a water pattern.

The one in the middle was the one with the highest seniority and realm. He had the appearance of a young man. He was the current Lu Family’s master, Lu Shen, whose Taoist name was strange, “At the edge of the sky”.

Among them was Lu Wei.

There was also an imperceptible green line on the neck of this Lu Wei.

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